LOGIN“Oh God, Becca. You’re even sweeter than I hoped.”He dragged his tongue from her ass to her hard nub, swirling her rigid core before biting down.“Come for me, Becca.”He slid three fingers between her wet folds, curling them into her.He worked her clit with his mouth and her spot with one hand as the other reached for her breasts.Becca shoved the camisole’s thin straps from her shoulders and pushed the cotton top to her waist. She covered Jaylon’s hand and worked her nipples along with him.He sucked her swollen clit, grazing his teeth along the hard bead, and Becca’s head dropped between her shoulders.Need coiled in a tight knot, and she lifted her hips, grinding herself farther into his mouth. Breath locked in her throat as pleasure exploded, waves rocking her inside out.Panting, she dug her fingers into Jaylon’s hair. “You tasted me, now it’s my turn.”He lifted his head from her spent body, and she nodded, licking her lips as she scrambled to her knees on the end of the bed.
“Jaylon—”Becca’s head spun, his words making her pulse race with a flood of anticipation.The desk clerk cleared his throat, and Becca jumped, jerking back from Jaylon.“How may I help you?”“Uhm, yes. We’d like a room. I mean, I’d like a room—yes—” she coughed. “One room, please.”The clerk grinned at the two of them still tangled with each other. “Are you sure about that, miss?”Becca swallowed, sliding her eyes to Jaylon again. His were dark with untamed need, a glint of his animal, hungry and waiting in their depths, and she didn’t need a mirror to know hers were just as feral.He lifted her hand to his lips, answering the clerk’s question without taking his eyes from Becca.“She’s sure. One room, but make it a suite. A two-bedroom suite.”“How many room keys would you like, Mr.—”“Ross. Jaylon Ross. Two keys. One night.”Jaylon gave the clerk his credit card, and the man handed it back with their keys. “Enjoy your night.”Becca’s mouth watered as they hurried to the elevator. A
Becca finished the last of her burger, chewing slowly as her mind raced. Shifter Neanderthals need not apply. Those were her words to Lyssa just hours earlier. Ironic how Jaylon swore he was none of the above using the same word—Neanderthal.Shifter males were rock-hard by nature, and not just when it came to their man parts. She shook her head. Single-minded. Pigheaded, even. Especially when it came to females. Her lips pursed, wondering what Jaylon would say when he found she was the Prowl Leader of her Leap.If it was anyone else, she’d expect the fur to fly, but despite Jaylon’s chauvinistic moment, her gut told her he wasn’t a typical shifter male—not in that way, and not that she would tell him. Nor would she admit her inner cat was the only reason he got a chance at redemption.Feline purr power or not, the jury was still out on the Alpha male wolf—especially since it was hard keeping her focus with him close enough to kiss. She didn’t need the odds stacked any more in his favo
Becca froze with her beer halfway to her lips. She put the glass down and then wiped her mouth on a napkin.“Cubs, you misogynistic mutt! Leopards have cubs.”Her gaze flicked to her watch. “Only two hours in and you show your true colors. Wow. I should be grateful you got to it so quickly. At least now, I’ve only wasted part of my afternoon instead of the whole day.”She pushed her chair back, the shudder spilling her beer across the wrought iron table, splashing his feet and legs.“Jesus! Becca!”“Thank you for lunch and the illuminating conversation, Jaylon. Looks like you won’t need to reschedule your meeting after all.”She unhooked her purse from the side of her seat and stormed out.“Becca! Wait!”Jaylon’s chair fell backward as he rushed after her, grabbing her by the arm as she rounded the path toward the exit.A low growl left her throat as she tried to jerk her arm free.“I’ll probably end up in jail, but you’ll crawl back to your pack with your tail between your legs and m
The taxi pulled in front of the restaurant, and Jaylon paid the driver as Becca got out on the opposite side.“Beautiful,” she said as the two walked in and were seated on the deck. The sun gleamed on the water and on her dark hair, both awash with bright highlights.Becca sighed and then took in a breath, wrinkling her nose. “Oh man, I did not expect that in such a still setting.” She raised a knuckle to the end of her nose.“You might want to watch your scent. This is Central Park, but you’re still going to get a nose full of the city, no matter what. I’m out on the island, and we still get city fumes from time to time, even with the ocean breeze as a filter,” Jaylon said, nodding.The waitress walked over with her pen and pad. “What can I get you?”Becca gave the menu a cursory glance. “I’ll have the Boathouse burger, medium rare, with hand-cut potato fries and a Blue Moon beer with an extra slice of orange.”The server scribbled on her pad and then looked at Jaylon.“I’ll have the
Becca’s breath hitched at the gorgeous curve to his full lips, and she licked her own, imagining the taste of him. He definitely had a mouth worth kissing.She shook her head, dismissing the thought. What’s wrong with you? He’s a total stranger! Glancing at him again, she squashed the mental warnings from the human side of her brain and focused on her cat instead.If Jaylon Ross posed any kind of a threat, his scent would give it away. Right now, the only thing she sensed was his utterly sex-on-a-stick maleness.If she had to shackle herself for the sake of her Leap, then damn it to hell, she was entitled to one day of uninhibited pleasure, and she had every intention of seeing where this led.“Where to, then?” he asked, holding his elbow out for her to take.“Chivalry twice in two minutes. Who says gentlemen are a dying breed?”She slipped her hand around his arm, and her inner cat went crazy, clawing at her to drop to all fours and give him her ass and anything else he wanted.Here
Bella moaned. Her body heated to degrees she never imagined. Trey plunged his tongue into her mouth and explored with the precision of a general. He sucked. He licked. He drove her mindless with his kisses.Passion sizzled between them. Explosive. Desperate. The sounds of her harsh breaths pounded
Gerri gasped.“Oh, honey. That’s horrible!”Not as horrible as living through it.“It stained my new, gold dress.”She gulped back at the renewed dryness in her throat.“I stood there. In shock. Watching him laugh and yell at me over how I could think he would really want to go anywhere with a fat
“Time for dinner.”Bella woke with a start. She sat up on the bed, glancing down at the dress she’d been sure had been up around her waist and baring her breasts. She met Gerri’s smiling gaze and frowned.“How long have I been asleep?”“I’m not sure, but I haven’t seen you all day, so I’m guessing
Bella woke slowly. A smile spread over her lips. She hadn’t felt that relaxed in a long time. She stretched in bed, moaning at the sensation of her muscles pulling taut. She opened her eyes to the white room again. The shades were up, and the bright sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains.The







